To die - to sleep

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand [...] shocks

That flesh is heir to. (Hamlet)

My mind is clinging to the edge

Of the abyss behind my eyes

A labyrinth of doubt and dread

A mirror maze of old forsaken lies

BUT

I will lay my broken weapons

Down before your crimson throne

In these ruins of our battle

In my defeat - I kneel alone

Prowling shadows call my name

Staring darkness from this void again

All is lost within this rigged game

All my chances are gone

Addicting

Why do I start like this

Afflicting

Morals can't dictate to leave my comfy

Hell

BUT

I will lay my broken weapons

Down before your crimson throne

In these ruins of our battle

In my defeat - I kneel alone

I bow beneath this weight of failure

I face the end of all my fights

Here, where hopes and dreams unravel

I will surrender to the night

Descend, descend

Into your cold embracement

Terror will hit

When you smile and your claws on my throat start to slit